Time passes as the lay of the land calls;
the Saracens invade, fell the chapelís hall.
No war, or plague, stopped the rebuilding of walls.
St-Sauveur rose again a place of worship for all.

A thousand years and more have passed in this sacred space,
a thousand years of birth, and marriages and death.
A thousand years and more, still song rises as the
choir sings, the organís pipes sound a youthful swell.